To the Hand on My Shoulder
I have watched you swallow small things
And keep them in your chest for safety
There are holes in your rib bones
Things fall through and it's hard to let go
I tried to keep you here
Settled for following you with a basket when you need me there
I will hold your place
I will make sure the rain doesn't wash away you and what you've made
Writer/s: Printing Shed
